Saturday, April 28, 2007

Defeating the Purpose

This morning, I was utterly, soundly, blissfully asleep, cuddled under my blankets, with the soothing white noise of the fan drowning out any disturbing sounds.

Unfortunately, it couldn't drown out any disturbing pressure on my side. There was enough pressure to hamper my breathing, which I am thinking would wake just about anybody up.

I came back to wakefulness and saw Aisling's freckled nose two inches from my own. "Hi," she said, breathing the breath of unbrushed teeth into my face. "Are you awake?"

"I am now," I said in a tone that made her remove her breath from my face and the pressure of her body on my body and run for the door.

I'd tell you what I was thinking just then, only it would make my mother think she hadn't raised me properly.

1 comment:

Kbg said...

You know, husbands and wives like these sorts of questions from each other as much as mommies of small children do...LOL..."Honey, are you awake?" "I am now..." LOL. Oops!